When Sisterhood Becomes Betrayal

Sarah, screaming my name, her face twisted in pure

asn't a dream. It was real

Sarah shrieked, convinced he

am, but Sarah insisted it was real, clearer this

irst life: the foolish concern, the attempts to reas

ics, and our parents, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, labeled me

her "prepper" conventions, led to slaps and silent treatm

everything, and when the apocalypse never came, they blamed me for not

ne in a homeless shelter, not fr

istening to the prelude of that same disaster, a

I knew th

predicting a mass blackbird death event, completely

their faces a mix of worry and exciteme

op her. I woul

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